The visionary world of Nicholas Beckett
…..but I go to work instead.
….won’t help.
….opening Friday night. Over by Sunday.
Just like an election.
Less sausages.
…I finished my books for the Easter show.
Top. The War of the Worlds, a newly case bound multi section book, with the textbook from Binders Edition. I painted new endpapers and cover illustrations, and free hand tooled the cover design. And hand sewn end bands.
Middle. A repair and rebind of Mrs. Beeton’s Shilling Cookbook. It was missing the covers and first few pages, so I made and designed new covers and endpapers by hand colouring prints of some of the plates inside the book. The book is sewn on cords and laced into the cover boards, 1/4 Leather bound, with my dodgy hand drawn blocking.
Bottom. Pictures of Sound, which is a booklet and CD from Dust To Digital. They have a digital download. Being in Australia it’s really expensive to get their things here, so I figured I would print my own booklets and make my own special editions. This is a stab sewn textbook with simple printed paper covered board for the covers, with inlaid prints of the CD cover from and back. Endpapers are made from images from the booklet.
Hello again,
this weekend only I have a book that has travelled up to Brisbane as part of a bookbinding show.
See it at
Scrumptious Reads, 92A Arthur Terrace, Red Hill on Friday 17th and Saturday 18th November.
…….Ya dog?
Don’t let the world hold you back.
…and noticed she had no arms, and had scissors in her foot. With that intense stare I think she had one thought on her mind.
…..pretty much everything.
….fuck ’em.
Fuck the lot of them.
I was looking through some old images of mine, and thinking I really need to do something with all these. This is the title painting from an exhibition called “My work is done.” The quote is supposedly what George Eastman wrote on his suicide note. I was never intending to do that, but the exhibition was of over 360 paintings I did over a year. I didn’t actually paint one a day, but would actually paint most days, with some days ending up with me finishing anywhere from 1 to 10 paintings.
So, as I was having a look, I think it’s about time I made a book available of as many of the paintings I managed to get photos of. I thought I had taken photos of them all, but I didn’t.
So my work wasn’t done.
I lied.
Saint Beckett 